Sunday, March 17, 2013

In the story we’re told that this dinner and anointment
happened just six days before Passover.And in the story of Jesus, Passover means something else entirely.

Moreover, we’re told that it happened in Bethany - the quiet
little village just beyond the Mount of Olives - where Jesus will pray and be
betrayed.As the crow flies, it’s just
about two miles away.You could almost
hear the Palm Sunday crowds and their shouts of “Hosanna!” from there.

We’re also told that it’s all happening in the home of
Lazarus.You know Lazarus.The one over whom Jesus wept.The one who, just days before, had died.The one who now hosts him in his home.

John tells us that from the day that the high priests of
Jerusalem had learned that Lazarus had been raised, they had planned to put
Jesus to death. (John 11:53)

The threat he posed to the established authority was too
great.He had to die.

We’re getting quite close to Jerusalem, indeed.Along with all that that entails.

You have to imagine that the tension was rising.It was unspoken among these close friends,
and it was tempered by the still-fresh joy that Lazarus was still among them,
but there was something electric in the air - something that said something big
was about to happen.

Jesus certainly knew.After giving life back to Lazarus, Jesus went into hiding.He no longer “walked openly among the Jews”.
(John 11:54)

He knew he was getting closer to Jerusalem, and those
closest to him could feel the shift.

Perhaps it was in an effort to ease that growing tension
that Mary launched into such a lavish display of affection.

And perhaps it was out of that tension that Judas exploded
into a fit of rage at the waste.Perhaps
he felt threatened by the tension in the air, and when we feel threatened we
often want to retreat, to hoard our resources, and to reserve them for leaner
times.

One thing was clear - at least to the writer of the gospel -
Judas wasn’t protesting about what he said he was protesting about.It was about something deeper.Something hidden.

John makes that much clear.Judas cried out for the poor, but we know he didn’t really care.

Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock this week (and maybe even
if you were), you had to have heard the news that our Roman Catholic brothers
and sisters now have a new Pope.

The former Archbishop of Argentina is a member of the Jesuit
order - the Society of Jesus - a monastic order that has been traditionally known
for its commitment to education and science, and it’s embrace of the lowest and
too-often forgotten members of our communities.

Throughout his life up to this point, Pope Francis has been
recognized for his commitment to the poor.

It’s been interesting to hear this discussed by the American
news media.We don’t often hear or have
conversations about the poor in our popular culture.Even in recent years, when we’ve been talking
about things like income inequality, the conversation is usually focused more
on the very wealthy - not on compassion for the poor.

So perhaps this will be the new Pope’s lasting
contribution.I’ve heard many people
complain and worry about the Pope’s conservative beliefs.It’s unlikely that he will usher in any new
thinking for the Roman Catholic Church about things like women in leadership,
or contraception, or marriage equality, or the future of the celibate
priesthood.

But at least he has us talking openly about the poor.That can’t be all bad.

I’m not convinced that it’s actually going to lead to
anything - like policy shifts, or significant increases in charitable giving -
at least not right away; but it seems promising to even have it mentioned in
our wider conversations.It’s at least a
step in the right direction.

The writer of John makes no bones about it - Judas didn’t
actually care for the poor.But, just as
with the journalists and television anchors this week, it must have been a big
step in the ministry of Jesus even to have him talking about it.The message was getting through, even if it
was just being spun to serve his own personal interests.

But in these last days, it must have brought Jesus comfort
to know that the message was, at least, starting to get through.

He knew his next steps.He knew that he was getting closer to Jerusalem.He knew that everything was about to change:
for himself, for this movement that would become his church, and for everyone
whom he loved.

Change is frightening.

When we stand on the precipice of the unknown, we’re bound
to feel the tension.

Even when we’re surrounded by a loving community and close
friends, we’re bound to feel the tension.We may respond like Mary: lavishing generosity to try to ease the
tension.We may respond like Judas: in a
kind of diffuse, misdirected anger.

But whatever our response, the anxiety and the tension
around change is real.

That’s what Jerusalem represents in this story of ours:
tension.The unknown.Suffering.Betrayal.In short: change.

And now we’re getting quite close.

The story isn’t over yet.It’s just about to change.

The only thing left to do is to pray.

Almighty God, you alone can bring into order the unruly
wills and affections of sinners: Grant your people grace to love what you
command and desire what you promise; that, among the swift and varied changes
of the world, our hearts may surely there be fixed where true joys are to be
found; through Jesus Christ our Lord.Amen.

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